Unfulfilled Connection Quotes

Pretending is the grease of non-relationships. Pretending is how you and I get through the day without ever having to know each other. When I walk in the room, you say to me, 'How are you?' Well, you don't want to know. And, frankly, I don't want to tell you. So I just say, 'Fine,' and you go, 'Fine.' And off we go.

Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

So often in my life I've been with people and shared beautiful moments like travelling or staying up all night and watching the sunrise, and I knew it was a special moment, but something was always wrong. I wished I'd been with someone else. I knew that what I was feeling - exactly what was so important to me - they didn't understand.

I think quite a lot of people have a friendship or a love that's gone like that and it never quite reconciles properly.

Have you ever felt like a phone call that's been disconnected?

A friendship that can be ended / didn't ever start

One of the true pleasures of my life has been the work of John Steinbeck. He was one of the people who turned my life around. I had no direct relationship with him, unfortunately.

The triumphs of a mysterious non-meeting are desolate ones; unspoken phrases, silent words.

If your loved ones are far away, and they're uploading pictures, you feel like that's enough: these loose strands through email, through social media, are going to supply this connection you have with that person. And I think that's keeping us isolated and lonely in a way that's very dangerous because we're unaware of it.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

I had Elvis' number in my book and I never called it.

Heaven and earth! How is it that bodies join but never meet?

Some of us only meet in the most fleeting moments; some of us never meet, but still hear about one another and therefore cherish what we know from what we've heard, and mourn the loss, even though we're spared what the close-loved ones must endure - the ongoing pain of an empty place in the heart for the rest of life.

Farewell, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own.

Things were happening around us, but nothing was happening between us.